Name a toy that you had as a child that you regret.

When I was very young (probably around five, based on when this toy came out), I saw these commercials for this amazing Barbie doll that made bubbles fly out of her wings when you waved her around in the air. All you had to do was dip the wings and then as you took her on high-flying adventures, the bubbles just made their way out of the wings because of the force of the wind.

She was this little hellspawn right here.

My family was poor when I was growing up (not to the extent that their parents were when THEY grew up, but enough so that brand new toys were definitely not a priority), and this doll had the hefty price tag of $50. I begged, pleaded, cajoled and did my damnedest to get my grubby little paws on this this. It took me almost a year, but finally, she was mine.

Elated, I ripped her out of the packaging (or, more likely, had my mother cut her out - those boxes are really hard to open) took her outside, dipped her in bubbles and got ready to take her with me on a great quest.

The bubble solution dripped from her wings, so I made sure to wait for it to stop dripping. I held her up, waved her through the air, and nada. I was sure that I just hadn't used enough, so the next time I dunked the wings, I didn't worry when the glycerin started making its way down my arm. That slimy feeling was all going to be worth it.

Alas, no matter how many times I or my mother tried, that witch of a doll didn't create bubbles as she flew. If you held her up to your face and blew through her wings, then sure - you'd get some bubbles. But that wasn't what she was supposed to do.

I never trusted advertising (or Barbies) again.

Now, friendlets, tell me your tales of woe. They likely won't be as long-winded as mine, but I'm sure that some of you had toys that just didn't live up to the hype (I'm looking at you, Slinky fans).

Around age 10, I begged, pleaded, negotiated and threw tantrums so I could get a slot car racing set. I had a particular set in mind, having seen it, of course, in some oft-repeated TV ad on my favorite Saturday morning cartoon shows. It looked like SO much fun and the kids playing with it in the commercial looked SO much cooler than my friends and I. I was sure, IF ONLY I could just get this toy, my life would instantly become TOTALLY awesome. My poor mom took a crap job wrapping presents at the mall just to make it happen.

When I got the slot car set on Christmas morning, I was SOOOOO thrilled — for about 5 minutes. It turned out to be a complete piece of crap. The track didn't fit together very well, leading to countless frustrating derailments. The speed controller was balky; sometimes the cars wouldn't go at all, and other times they'd go so fast they shot off the track. My neighborhood friends thought it was totally LAME and went right back to playing their electronic football and other actually-cool toys.

And I began to realize that STUFF wasn't the key to happiness. Although it took many more years and a bunch more disappointments, to fully sink in. Actually, thinking about some sex toys I CRAVE, I realize it still hasn't FULLY sunk in. But at least the stuff on here seldom fails to at least meet expectations, thanks to reviews and ratings...

Furbie. More because it ended creeping me out. The batteries on it died so I removed them. But I didn't have replacement batteries at the time. Imagine my horror when the silly thing 'woke up' one night! Opened its plastic eyes and said something in furbish.

it was probably just some residual power in the toy, but man was it creepy. I hid it away where I couldn't see it, and it couldn't see me.

Most of my toys were ones I enjoyed. I only wish I hadn't gotten so many darn stuffed animals. How many does a kid realistically need? Less than I had, for sure. I was trying to snatch up the entire animal kingdom I think.

Most of my toys were ones I enjoyed. I only wish I hadn't gotten so many darn stuffed animals. How many does a kid realistically need? Less than I had, for sure. I was trying to snatch up the entire animal kingdom I think.

I have an entire crib full of those things - my mom couldn't bear to part with the crib, but since it doesn't have much of a use, I have those things stacked four feet high coming out of it (it doesn't help that both my sister and I have one of those life-size jungle cat stuffies).

Furbie...I never begged or pleaded with my grandfather for one because I knew that all I had to do was ask and he would buy it for me. Christmas came and I got it. THAT DAMNED THING NEVER SHUT OFF.

My lord. It scared me so bad the first night I cried and my grandfather had to take out the batteries and hide the damned thing. I was only 7 I think. Imagine waking up to some high pitched voice going: PEEK A BOO~.

Before i tell you what mine was i have to say that i was cracking up reading your posts.
So i wanted This dang toy so bad, in the commercials it looked so awesome and made it seem like it would be the coolest toy in the entire world. Well it indeed was not!
I begged and pleaded to have one of those dogs that walked on the leash, you pushed the button on the leash and it would walk with you. Well my grandma got it for me for christmas and i was so excited until i got it out and tried to walk with it. It moved at a snails pace so i couldnt actually walk with it, i really just stood there as it took 20 minutes to go 2 feet. I ended up dragging the dam thing behind me as i walked around then it just sat on my shelf. That was about the time i figured out that commercials lie.

I have an entire crib full of those things - my mom couldn't bear to part with the crib, but since it doesn't have much of a use, I have those things stacked four feet high coming out of it (it doesn't help that both my sister and I have
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I have an entire crib full of those things - my mom couldn't bear to part with the crib, but since it doesn't have much of a use, I have those things stacked four feet high coming out of it (it doesn't help that both my sister and I have one of those life-size jungle cat stuffies).

Lol... I have a crib full of them, as well. My parents kept my old crib in the basement, for the longest time, just in case they ever decided to have another baby. Once I got to be about 3, they decided they didn't want another kid, so they just kept it so I could have something to play in. My friends and I used to build forts in it, up until we got far too big for it, and it held piles of stuffed animals the rest of the time...

i got a furby one time when i was young. i never begged for it, but i did let my parents know that i wanted one, as did my sister. i think we got them for xmas or something. i thought it was cute at first, & all i wanted to do was teach it how to talk & have it converse w/ the one that my sister got. in the end, all it ended up doing was creeping me the f*** out. in fact, there was one time when i was in bed, & it was sitting on my shelf w/ it's eyes closed. there were no batteries in it, so of course, i never saw the thing as a threat. i turned on my other side for a while, but i was having trouble sleeping that night. i turned back on my other side a few min later, & that little bastard's eyes were open & staring at me. i took it then & checked to see if someone had put batteries in it, but nope it was empty. i put the possessed thing in a drawer, & i have no idea where it is now. but ever since then, i get the creeps when i see one.

I remember the Christmas I was two (seriously I remember this) Santa brought me some kind of a toy that used disks. My parents didn't explain how to use it, and I forced two disks in and it broke before it was ever used. I felt guilty about that for years. Especially when my parents didn't throw the disks away with the rest of the toy and they were always there in my toy chest.